Wu Hongling's face was full of glee. She held a bun in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other, eating with relish while staring at Chen Dashan.
Chen Dashan ignored Wu Hongling and continued looking down at the company documents.
"You're not interested?"
Wu Hongling was surprised. She leaned forward, staring at the side of Chen Dashan's face, speaking indistinctly with the bun in her mouth. "It's about the Miss Zhao you care about. She got hit."
What?
Chen Dashan's heart skipped a beat. Zhao Leyao?
Chen Dashan expected Zhao Leyao to be punished, but he didn't expect Zhao Ding to publicly hit his own daughter. Thinking of this, Chen Dashan quickly threw down the documents and rushed out.
Seeing her master so anxious, Wu Hongling rolled her eyes dramatically and laughed triumphantly. "I knew you'd be interested. Hey, master, wait for me!"
...
At this time, under the office building in the Zhao Ding Group shantytown area.
